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Speaker 1 (00:00):
Hey there, mister Redder here, welcome back to another episode
of Reddit podcast Stories. Our first story will be reading today.
My jealous wife demands I fire the new nanny because
they were enemies back in high school. After that, you
need to think long and hard about whether you want
this job. Okay, and after that, am I the jerk
for wanting to spend time with my wife instead of

(00:20):
babysitting my little sister? Now, for every thumbs up this video,
kits one, Karen does not get to fire the new nanny.
But she stole Chad from me back in high school.
But she stole Chad from me while we were in
high school. So please smash that like button and subscribe
and turn out notifications for new stories from Reddit every
single day. My jealous wife demands I fire the new

(00:43):
nanny because they were enemies back in high school. I
male thirties live with my wife, who's in her thirties
as well. We both work full time jobs and we
have three kids who are three, six, and seven. I
used to work from home with flexible hours, but I've
been offered a promotion which requires me to go to
work in person. The pay increase is really significant, so

(01:03):
my wife and I agreed I should take the promotion
and hire a part time nanny for our kids. I
got in touch with a nanny agency and they matched
us up to someone who lives local. They only told
us her first name, which was a really common name anyway,
but for the sake of storytelling, we'll call her Sarah.
I spoke to Sarah on the phone, and she seemed
really nice. We arranged today for her to come over

(01:25):
and meet my wife and the kids and for us
to show her around the house. When the day came
around and we met her, it turned out that my
wife already knew Sarah. It was really awkward. I wasn't
sure how they knew each other until afterwards. My wife
told me that back when she was in high school,
her boyfriend at the time cheated on her with Sarah,
who was in her class. She wasn't enthusiastic about it,

(01:47):
but my wife didn't seem to have a problem with
Sarah being our nanny at first. Our kids love her,
she has lots of experience, and she's available when we
need her. After a couple of weeks with pretty much
no issues, my two oldest kids came to me and
started telling me that they don't want Sarah to come back.
I asked them why, and they said that she's evil.
I ask what they think she's evil for, and my

(02:09):
six year old starts crying and says that Sarah is
mean and wants to hurt mommy. I talked to my
wife in private, and at first she said she had
no idea what the kids were talking about, and that
it must be because of something that Sarah did. When
I pressed it, my wife admitted that she told the
kids that Sarah was evil. She said she knows it
was a ridiculous plan, but she was hoping that i'd

(02:31):
fire her. My wife asked me to fire the nanny
because their history makes her uncomfortable. I asked why it
wasn't an issue before, and my wife said she just
needed to think about it and she's decided Sarah has
to go. I told my wife that we can find
another nanny, but until then, there's no reason to get
rid of Sarah, and that she was out of line
for trying to weaponize the kids against her when Sarah

(02:52):
is no danger to anyone. My wife disagreed and said
that we need to just fire Sarah asap and hire
a temporary babysit until we can find another nanny. She
said that she wasn't weaponizing the kids, she was just
setting boundaries. This turned into a really heated argument, and
I called my wife insecure and controlling and told her
that she needs to go to therapy. My wife said,

(03:14):
I'm being inconsiderate of her feelings and I need to
put myself in her shoes. This was one of our
biggest arguments in a very long time, and I just
want a neutral opinion on whether or not I was wrong.
Everyone sucks here. Your wife shouldn't be talking smack about
Sarah to your kids, but you also shouldn't be insisting
that Sarah remain hired. There are plenty of other people

(03:34):
who I'm sure would be equally as nice and fun
as Sarah, with the added bonus that this one won't
have painful beef with your wife. Everyone sucks here, Oh pie,
this is just ridiculous. Your wife was way out of
line to say to the kids and try to use
them like that, and it sounds like she did some actual,
hopefully just temporary emotional damage in doing so. But she's

(03:55):
right that Sarah needs to go immediately. Why the heck,
would you want to keep your wife in a clearly
uncomfortable position, much less continue to keep your kids in
this situation. Keeping Sarah around for a couple more weeks
just because you don't want to bother finding someone to
fill in until you and your wife find a permanent
replacement is a terrible idea, and it shows your wife
and your kids that you don't give a hoot about

(04:17):
their feelings. Save your kids and your marriage and Sarah. Frankly,
any more of this dealing with crab. Everyone sucks here.
Your wife got cheated on by her ex with the
woman who is in your lives and in your kids' lives.
The sensible thing to do would have been to say
right away, Okay, we'll find someone else. You are being
inconsiderate of her feelings. That makes you a jerk. Your

(04:38):
wife should have never used your kids the way that
she did. That was beyond the pale. That makes her
a jerk. All in all, it means you all suck. Well,
who do you think is the jerk? Opie or his wife?
Please let us know. Here's an idea. How about Opie's
wife tells the kids that she lied to them about
Sarah you need to think long and hard about whether
you want this job. Okay, context, I work in it

(05:02):
in a very small area where everybody knows each other
and one way or another, so networking with people is
very important. I got a new job in a private
school partly because I knew the consultant acting as hiring
manager at the time, but also because he knew I
had skills in Azure and its many cloud components, which
was the direction he envisioned the school going great stuff.

(05:23):
I can do the migration no problem, as I've gone
through it twice at previous companies. I started just before
the summer holidays, which were nine weeks at this school,
so I spent a bit of time getting to grips
with the equipment network and just generally settling in. It
was a small team of myself, two desktop guys, one
part time, and the consultant and manager who worked three

(05:43):
part days, usually ten am to two or three pm.
After about three months, the school hired a permanent manager
and dropped the consultant after he had handed over all
of his responsibilities. Things continued as normal. I worked away
on getting the prerequisites in place while juggling some other
project like managed printing and network upgrades. Everything seemed great,

(06:04):
although I was being pulled away from my cloud tasks
more than I'd like, but figured it was just how
things were here with such a small team. Jump forward
to December. My six month probation was done, so I
asked the manager let's call her a d when we
could have a meeting to discuss how things have been
and sign off on my probation. She kept putting it

(06:24):
off with generic excuses, and it ended up happening in
mid January when she absolutely destroyed me. Instead of talking
to me like a reasonable human being, she held up
all these microaggressions and spent over thirty minutes unloading them
onto me, absolutely crushing my motivation. She also said she
doesn't believe the cloud is the right way to go
and that I needed to be better at on premise

(06:46):
infrastructure and networking. I had specifically said during my interviews
that networking is my weakest area and that I specialize
in cloud computing. So essentially the role I'm supposed to
be doing has changed entirely to one that I'm not
good at. Use this as a way to suggest extending
my probation while she creates a new role for me
that's more fitting as I don't have the networking skills

(07:07):
she's looking for. I was visibly upset, and she left
me for a minute. But just before she left, she said,
you need to think long and hard about if you
want this job, because right now you're not performing well
enough to keep it. I sat there for about twenty
minutes alone in a side room near our office. Thoughts
went through my head, doubting myself, worrying about losing my

(07:27):
apartment I bought just six months ago if I lost
this job, worrying what my family would think, and just
generally how I deal with what I felt like was
an inevitability. I tried my best with everything I did,
and she still wasn't happy. So I thought about what
she said, Do I want this job? No? So that
night I signed up with all the local job agencies,

(07:49):
frequently checked job sites, and all the time I was
at work, I acted like she had helped me see
my errors and that I was working on them to
prove myself to her. Actually, I couldn't stand her, and
I couldn't stand being in the same room as her.
I hadn't taken any of my annual leave days as
I had no money after spending all my savings on
my apartment, so I didn't see the point in taking

(08:10):
time off to sit around. She nagged me about this constantly,
saying I'd lose it if it weren't taken, blah blah blah.
Like I didn't already know how holidays work. I booked
a big block of three weeks at the end of
May as we had family coming to visit. This is
relevant Later, about two months later, I booked a couple
days holiday to attend an interview. Obviously, I just told

(08:31):
her I fancied a long weekend. I got the job.
Not only was it more engaging and relevant to my
areas of expertise, but it was a tasty seven thousand
dollars pay raise with a bonus scheme up to twenty
five percent annually. Sweet. I come back in on Monday,
ready to hand my notice in, but she's booked a
meeting with me while I was off for ten am
to discuss my new role. I have my notice in

(08:54):
an envelope and I bring that to the meeting. She
starts with pretty much saying you've gotten a bit better,
but still not good enough for this job. So i'd
like to propose. I cut her off, and I hand
her the envelope. She opens it, reads it and says, oh, okay. Huh.
She says, well, your notice period is a month, so

(09:15):
your final day will be the eighth of June. I
counter with, actually, I think you'll find that while on
my probation period, it's actually only two weeks, which brings
it to the twenty fifth of May, which is also
a public holiday, as is the twenty fourth some my
last day as actually the twenty third of May. She
tries to say that I'd passed probation, but I remind
her of the letter I signed agreeing to the extension,

(09:38):
and that I hadn't signed any contract for this new
role yet a bit of back and forth and she
finally concedes. I also remind her that I had almost
the entirety of my annual leaf, which has to be
paid to me when I leave. As my finished date
was before they were to be taken. As the school
was going through a big cost saving exercise, this would
look really bad on her. She asked me to take

(09:59):
them instead of working my notice, which I declined. I'd
rather tolerate her for eight more days. And get paid
for a full month's pay on top of my normal salary.
She reluctantly agreed and said she's going to talk to
HR and let them know. On the way out of
the meeting, I thanked her for helping me out in January.
She looked at me confused, so I reminded her that

(10:19):
I needed to think long and hard about whether I
wanted this job, and I decided that no, I didn't,
and I found a much better package elsewhere. Now I
have my own office, complete with coffee machine and mini fridge,
staff who work with me on projects, and time to
work on Azure features like I'm supposed to, all while
getting paid considerably more. Thanks d PS. She got the

(10:43):
boot three months after I left. Apparently she clashed with
a lot of the teaching staff with her management style.
Guess I wasn't the only one who didn't get along
with her. Am I the jerk for wanting to spend
time with my wife instead of babysitting my little sister.
I twenty four mail and my wife recently had our
five year anniversary. We had planned to go to a
nice restaurant, then ride in a hot air balloon, and

(11:05):
then go to a lake and relax. I was going
to buy her flowers and all. Then, out of the blue,
one day before I anniversary, I get a text for
my mom demanding me to babysit my sister for a
week while she and my dad go visit my aunt,
who recently got diagnosed with leukemia. Now I love my sister.
We're eighteen years apart, but are still closer than ever.
She has a bit of a mental challenge, but otherwise

(11:27):
as a pretty normal kid. I was debating whether to
say yes. But I didn't want a kid, and so
while I was having a date with my wife, so
I politely declined and didn't get an answer, so I
thought it was okay. The next day, we're at the
restaurant when my phone starts buzzing like crazy. I check
it and it's filled with texts for my mom and dad.
They're calling me all sorts of names and saying that

(11:49):
they showed up at my house only for it to
be empty. Now they're ignoring me when I write to them.
I haven't gotten an answer. Am I the jerk at it?
My wife and I also have to work. For more
than half of those days. Me and my wife have
known each other since we were kids, and started dating
when we were teenagers. My sister is currently staying with
a family friend who we've known all of our lives.

(12:11):
The friend has two kids who are very close to
my sister. The family friend said she wouldn't mind keeping
her for the week as she gets a break from
her twins, and encouraged me to relax. Edit. My aunt
is not in critical condition. She's doing fine. She also
lives far away and it takes a couple of hours
to get to her. Three hours and a little more
due to stops and other things, so it takes about

(12:31):
four to five hours probably. Update. I have gone over
to the friend's house and gotten them food for the
kind gesture. I can clearly see that my sister enjoys
the twins company and the friend doesn't work, so I
intend to keep her there. However, the friend informed me
that my parents were talking bad about me and my
wife and her messages. She told me that they were
berating me for being a bad son and that my

(12:54):
wife probably convinced me to stay away from an important situation.
I intend to speak to them about this once they
get back. I don't want to intrude when my aunt
has leukemia. Not the jerk. You had plans, you politely
declined with notice, you are not your sister's keeper. It's
on them to find a sitter, and they had plenty
of time to do so, but they failed to do that.

(13:15):
I hope you had a lovely anniversary in spite of
it all. Edit, even with the info that your aunt
was diagnosed with leukemia, You're not the jerk. It was
still on them to either make other plans or communicate
with you at all, rather than making demands. If they
chose to go just one day later, then you could
have decided if you'd be willing to keep your sister
for a week. There were workarounds and other options. They

(13:37):
just chose to ignore all of them. Oh p politely declined,
and yet they still showed up at the house and
they're calling him all sorts of names. To me, this
is proof that they didn't want him to babysit the sister.
They were looking to dump the sister off, regardless of
what measures they had to go to to accomplish it.
Not the jerk by a long shot, by all means.

(13:58):
Taste your words. I used to work as a food
receiver in a retirement home kitchen. I won't say the name,
but I will say it sounds vaguely Nordic. When I
took over as food receiver in the primary kitchen, didn't
have much training. I was just told, you helped the
previous guy. You know, the most job is yours. Now.
Over the next almost eight years, got that place maximized

(14:20):
for peak use of space. Every now and then we
would get a new head chef, and they always made
the mistake of trying to run it like a restaurant.
Usually in about two weeks they'd realized that it was
a different vibe and tone and adjust accordingly. Had a
great head chef as a boss for about five years.
He knew that since deliveries were food and to some
degree perishable, my schedule needed to be a little fluid

(14:42):
and flexible to account for late deliveries while not having
me rack up. Over time, we worked out a great
system where I basically set my own hours and got
everything done fast. Forward to a regime change. Head chef
was a tool, but with him came a woman whose
job title was never told to any of us in
the kitchen. We were just told she outranked all of us.

(15:02):
First thing, she did was decide I would no longer
have a fluid schedule. My shifts would be posted on
the board like all the others, two weeks in advance.
I didn't like it, but okay, fair enough. Cut to
about two weeks later, I had to leave early for
a dentist appointment that had been submitted and approved months ago.
I reminded her the day before and the day of

(15:24):
day after. She gives me a dressing down and a
written reprimand for leaving before end of scheduled shift. She
told me she didn't care what happened before. She never
had papers for this request. Luckily for me, the head
of the entire dining department, even above head chef, told
her that she had been given all of those time
off approved papers when she started, and if my shift

(15:45):
didn't reflect my preapproved leaving early, it was her fault
for not paying attention. Unluckily, she decided to take it
out on me, saying that from now on, once schedule
is posted, no changes unless it's in writing and signed
by both of us, minimum of two days prior, no exceptions.
I looked at the calendar and saw I'd get to

(16:06):
have fun and get payback. See. Being a food receiver,
A monthly job of mine was to do end of
month inventory on all food, beverage cleaning items. I had
actually created the inventory paperwork myself, so instead of being alphabetical,
the items were all listed together based on which area
they were in dishwasher, chemical closet, freezer, dry food storage,

(16:28):
soda syrup, room, et cetera. Meaning after a few months,
I could go room to room quickly and be done
in less than two hours. Catch was it had to
be done either last thing last day of a month
or first thing first day of a month, and could
not do two in the same month with no weekend deliveries.
I worked Monday through Friday. Now under the old cool

(16:48):
headed chef. If I had to do it on a
Saturday or Sunday, I'd just come in and do it,
then leave early on a slow day, canceling extra hours
and lo and behold, this was one of those months
where inventory would have to be done on a Saturday
or Sunday days. She had me down as off on
the calendar. I grinned like Tim Curry in The Grinch
or in Home Alone too, and I waited, sure enough,

(17:11):
last Friday of the month She asks me, which day
are you coming in to do inventory. I told her
I wasn't. I was scheduled off. She goes into a
tirade about it's your job. You don't tell me no,
I'll have you written up, et cetera. I calmly told
her making the schedule was her job and responsibility, not mine.

(17:31):
This earned me, I don't care what the schedule says,
you're coming in this weekend, to which I sweetly and
sarcastically asked if she had a paper signed by both
of us and dated no later than yesterday about us
agreeing to this switch. You know, I said, the policy
you created when you got called out by head office
for not properly handling my scheduled early shift. If smartphones

(17:54):
had been common around two thousand and nine, I would
have taken a picture of her face. I found out
from weekend crew it took her almost an entire day
to do it herself. That was the first of many
times she found out that fun way that about half
the tasks I did under old regime were technically not
required by my work position. I just did them when
I had extra time to help a boss that I respected.

(18:16):
Am I the jerk for not telling my brother how
much something was worth until he regifted it to me.
I had a boomer great aunt that was a wonderful
and lovely woman. She grew up in Eastern Europe right
after World War Two. One of the weird things about
her was that she would just give her old belongings
as gifts for weddings and important birthdays. I still have
the music box she gave me for my first communion.

(18:38):
When we saw a family, I would always ask to
see their pieces. A few of my aunts had them
displayed in China cabinets are out somewhere safe. A few
had them collecting dust in a box. I made sure
they knew that if the day ever came that they
wanted to downsize or something, I would appreciate a chance
to grab it for my collection. Some of my cousins
took me up on the offer, and I ended up

(18:58):
with six extra pieces for my room when I moved out.
I made sure that every single part of my collection
was safely wrapped and packed. They are my little treasures.
I know it's weird. Sorry for being so long winded.
I just love talking about that stuff. I'm about fifteen
years younger than my eldest brother, and he knows about
my collection. When he got married, I was fourteen. At

(19:19):
his gift opening, I saw he got one of her
usual gifts. I also saw his wife's face. She was
not super grateful. I made sure he knew that I
thought it was beautiful, but I didn't ask him to
think of me if he wanted to get rid of it.
I thought he might like to pass it on to
his kid. One day, when my aunt passed, she left
me the last of her collection, three pieces that were

(19:40):
a set. I got married last September. My niece, his daughter,
was my flower girl. At my gift opening, I could
almost hear him giggle. When I opened my gift from them.
It was the piece from our great aunt. He thought
it was super funny. Then he gave us our real
gift from our registry. I thanked him profusely for both.

(20:00):
Over the other day and saw my collection in my
china cabinet that I inherited. He asked why I was
so fascinated with this stuff. I told him that I
thought it was amazing and that lots of people collected it.
He called bs and started looking it up. The figuring
he gave me is worth about six seven hundred dollars.
He said that I was a jerk for not telling
him what it was worth. He wants it back. I

(20:22):
said that my husband and I were going to give
back every piece I got from family as a gift
for a special occasion. I already planned to give that
piece to my niece for her first communion, along with
a little booklet of information about my aunt and the
value of the piece so they appreciate it. I know
exactly who I got each piece from, and they're all
going back to that family. He says, I'm being mean

(20:43):
accepting a gift from him that's worth so much. I
asked him if he ever bothered looking up the value
of what he was giving me. He said he thought
it was like precious moments or humble whatever. I have
family treasures to keep safe for the next generation. I
know I would have gotten something awesome for my great
aunt if she hadn't passed before my wedding. Not the jerk.

(21:04):
He only wanted it when he found out it has
monetary value. You wanted for its sentimental value and to
pass it on to his daughter. Very sweet of you, Really,
not the jerk You're doing something so thoughtful for your family,
maintaining some of your history to pass down to the
next generation. Your brother is a bit of a jerk
asking for a gift back, but seriously, your great aunt

(21:24):
would love that you cherish her gifts like this. Want
us to look for problems to repair? Okay if you insist.
This happened when I worked at the post office years ago.
I was one of about forty mechanics and electronic technicians
on the three pm to eleven thirty shift whose job
it was to fix the machines used to process mail.
It was a huge facility with thousands of people working there.

(21:47):
This may not seem believable today, but first class mail
had to be received, processed, and shipped out within twenty
four hours. Letters and packages start arriving in the afternoon.
Sack of letters and packages are placed on conveyor. Stamped
mail is canceled. All mail is sorted on machines, placed
in trays for shipmen to their destination, and placed on
trucks for shipment directly to the destination post office or

(22:10):
the airport. Mail comes between three pm and eight pm
and went out around five am. Up to two point
five million stamped letters per day during Christmas, but usually
around six hundred thousand plus metered mail and parcels every weekday.
Our job was basically to sit around, wait for something
to break and fix at asap so it would run
to the end of the shift. The day shift could

(22:31):
do a more permanent fix if necessary. That was our job,
wait for some machinery to break and fix it. We
sat in small groups near our machines and read, gossiped,
or did whatever. One day, some big wig saw us
and then at like us sitting around doing nothing. Word
came from on high and we were told to patrol
our areas and fix the broken equipment. Our chairs were

(22:52):
taken away so we could not sit down. Now comes
the malicious compliance. We did as we were told. We
patrolled the building. If anyone saw something broken, we shut
down the equipment and fixed it. According to safety regulations,
we were required to lock out the power source with
our individual padlocks and rope off the area. Hey, you
fifty clerks, you need to move from under this conveyor

(23:14):
bill so we can replace it. Of course, that disables
part of the six mile long system, so productivity is lost.
Letter sorting machines with fourteen clerks are shut down for
minor repairs stamp canceling machines. The same productivity slumped, and
hundreds of clerks were required to work overtime that night
and morning to make up for equipment being shut down

(23:35):
for repairs. I'm sure the first night had cost tens,
if not hundreds, of thousands of dollars in overtime. After
three days, our chairs returned and it was business as usual.
I gave my daughter a McDonald's application when she was
behaving like a brat First World Problems Alert. Our daughter
recently turned sixteen. For her birthday, she was getting a vehicle.

(23:57):
She had been learning to drive with my twenty ten
Nissan Titan. While she held her permit, I was gifting
her the truck. It was twofold. Actually, I had been
wanting to get a Silverado. She needed a vehicle. The
day before her birthday, I had the truck professionally detailed
in and out. I take the utmost care of my vehicles,
both cosmetically and mechanically. The truck looks brand new practically.

(24:20):
On her birthday, I took her to the DMV. She
thought we were there to do her road test and
get her license. After she passed, I pulled the Titans
title out and said happy birthday. That's when she pretty
much made an embarrassing scene because, oh MG, I'm not
driving a Grandpa truck. Dad, I'm thirty nine. For the record,
she threw a tantrum because she wanted a blue Jeep Wrangler.

(24:42):
We walked out momentarily to speak. I wanted her to
know exactly how rude her behavior was when her father
was giving her a truck that any other sixteen year
old would be extremely grateful for. Eventually she apologized, but
we had another hiccup when I told her she'll get
full access to it when I get another truck, which
was already in the works. I was just waiting on

(25:02):
the bank to close the loan. Ultimately I told her
to forget it. She was just acting like a spoiled brat.
Later that night, I suppose she thought about her behavior
as she began asking questions, then said she realized how
immature she acted. She asks, so, since you were going
to sign it over to me, does that mean I
could drive it for a bit, sell it, and then
put the money towards a Wrangler. My response was, of course,

(25:26):
you could have by me signing the vehicle over to you.
It was officially yours to do what you'd like with it.
She says, oh, okay, well I've thought about it and
I would like to have it. Nope, doesn't work that way.
You gone lost your opportunity, Gurley. She totally flipped out.
Said I should have told her at the DMV she
could sell it and keep the money. She told her mother,

(25:47):
I was being totally unfair. My wife agreed to her
not getting the truck, probably because she didn't want me
buying a brand new Silverado. The next day, she very
sweetly asked for the truck again and then hinted about
me finally getting a Silverado. I didn't say anything. I
went in my office printed out a McDonald's employment application.
I stuck it in an envelope and handed it to her.

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She was ecstatic, probably thinking it was the title. She
opened it and said, you suck. I told her, if
you want a wrangler, get a job. My wife said
I was an idiot. I took it way too far.
Maybe so, but I've realized our kid needs to learn
not only the value of a dollar, but also needs
to learn how to be grateful in life. It sucks

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this happened since it was part of her birthday. I
didn't anticipate this type of behavior. It was upsetting. Now
every time I look at my truck, all I can
think is it's a Grandpa truck, not the jerk. You
are clueless though, and needs a parent better. There is
no way she turned sixteen and gained this attitude. She's
been like this for a while with others, and you

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thought it was cute. Now it's come back to bite you,
and so you're trying to teach her a lesson. I
guess better late than never. I hope that you both
learned something from this experience. Not every bratty teen is
the result of bad parenting. I raised my kids exactly
the same, and one was bratty and two weren't. It
took a while for the one with the attitude to
grow out of it. Parents don't have control over personality.

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Two were grateful for the used cars we bought for them,
and nothing was good enough for the other. One. Exactly
what I was thinking. I have three kids, and from
the paths they took and their personalities, you would never
think they had the same parents. I'm still gobsmacked that
when we offered to help out our oldest by supplying
a car for her to drive, by buying one from
a trusted mechanic friend. Her first comment was to complain

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that she didn't want a white one. The sheer entitlement
bowled me over. We told her it was that or nothing,
because we weren't going to take a risk purchasing a
secondhand car from an unknown seller. At least she had
the grace to be embarrassed about her reaction later. But
I'm still stunned that a kid I raised had that
little gratitude. I promise you it was not something that
we instilled in her thousands of euros for the damaged car.

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In my home home country. Living abroad now, the gas
stations have people who will fill your tank for you.
It's not optional. These people are paid to put fuel
in your tank. That's it. I was one of them
during my college years. The fuel we had at the
station was unleaded Benson ninety five ninety eight and one
hundred and diesel. One day, a regular customer came over.

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He was a taxi driver. I had seen him before,
both with his taxi car, a Mercedes, and his private car,
an Audie the Mercedes was a diesel car and the
Audi was Benson. Keep in mind, back then every taxi
in the country was running with diesel. That day he
came with a taxi. I noticed he was a bit
out of it, but didn't comment on it. I asked

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how much he wants in the tank? He said full,
unleaded one hundred. I looked at him strangely, you mean diesel. No,
I mean unleaded one hundred, But sir, you have the
I didn't get the chance to point out that he
was driving his taxi. He goes, young girl, please, I
know would fuel my car needs I look at him

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one more time. I was getting upset at this point. Okay, sir,
full tank, unleaded one hundred? Is that correct? Yes, thank
you right away, and I proceed to put unleaded one
hundred in his diesel car. He paid and left. Two
days later, he comes again on my shift with his Audie.
This time I go out to greet him by, trying

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not to laugh at his face. What's it going to
be today, sir Diesel, I asked, trying to bite my tongue.
He eyed me carefully. Unleaded one hundred, Please, full tank?
Are you sure, I asked, and he side checked his car. Yes,
thank you right away, sir, I feel his tank and
as he was pain he adds, next time, I would

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appreciate it if you told me I was big an
idiot and putting in the incorrect guess to the tank.
He said this seriously, but I could see the humor
in his eyes. Was the damage that much? I asked?
He groaned, you have no idea, have a good day,
and he left. I never found out what the cost
was of the damage, but for my duration at that

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gas station, when I was the one loading his car,
he always would go like, full tank, please, without saying
what kind Karen Coworker tells everyone I'm not actually British,
she really ends up regretting it. For context, I'm a
twenty sothter British American male living in a very southern
and under educated part of the US. I've been here

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for a while now, and generally when I tell people
where I'm from, I get a little pushback because I
don't really have as thick of an accent anymore. Onto
the story, I work in a small office. We have
a rolling line of temps that come and go. Most
of them are barely high school graduates or people with
very little in the way of worldly experience. This is
important for later. So one day they bring the usual

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parade of new hires around and I do my introduction. Hi,
I'm Op, I'm one of the recruiters here at Company X,
I'm married with two dogs, and I am originally from
the UK. Normally this is just a throwaway that I
use as an icebreaker, and it normally rolls right off
until this one wonderful young woman Pipeesop, you don't sound British.

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She of course left out the tea very purposefully. Me sorry,
Love forgot the coat and tails at home, I say,
as I drink my twinings. The group kind of laughed
it off, and I figured it was a pretty open
and shut deal. Nope. A couple of days later, word
gets around that this chick has been telling a bunch
of people that I'm not British and that I'm lying

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for Cloud. She said that I don't even sound British
and that she is dating a British guy and knows
how they act. So, rather than being a mature adult,
I do the very British thing of malicious compliance. I
need an intern to bring me some tea, Would you
mind climbing the apple and pears and pouring me a
cup of rosy lee. I started wearing three piece suits,

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a pocket watch, and a monocle I found at a
thrift shop. I went super Saiyan three British obviously. About
three hours into the first day, my boss wants to
know what's up. I tell her and she finds it
so hilarious that she assigns that intern to me. For
the rest of the day. I kept using odd British
rhyming phrases and sayings that she would have to keep
asking me to speak normal. I would reply, but I

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thought you knew how dous British people act. She quickly
realized her error and we've been cordial ever since. Nowadays,
I keep my old red passport in my desk drawer
just in case someone pulls that stunt again. And for
the record, I'm not British. I'm English and a Scouser
at that. Support our channel by joining as a member
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